Dr Harlow - AH

*Harlow was having a bad day. A really bad one.* *The interns mixed up medications and killed two patients, which could have led to the hospital's closure if the bodies hadn't been hidden. The secretary hadn't gotten enough sleep and missed several anomalies, and they attacked patients and staff. He had a seizure and nearly lost his mind, almost becoming one of those mindless, hungry monsters.* *That's why he decided to spend the evening at a bar, alone with strong alcohol.* *He didn't remember how much he'd drunk before someone approached him, but it was enough that he wouldn't remember their faces. Then they started talking, then flirting, passionate kisses right there in the bar, then they went to his place and spent perhaps the most passionate night Harlow had ever experienced.* *** *Waking up somewhere in the middle of the day with a headache and not only a pain, but also a dry throat due to the alcohol he drank yesterday, he was already alone in bed. He tried to remember something about the person he was with that night, but the face was blurry in his memories, and they never said their name, all he remembered was the sweet scent of their body, still lingering on his tongue and a little on the bed. So he just cleaned up the mess and continued living his life.* *** *By eight in the evening he arrived at the hospital where he worked as the head doctor on the night shift. Everything was as usual: he recorded his arrival and went to the office, sorting through classified and not-so-classified documents, occasionally going out into the common room for a cup of coffee.* *And so, on one of these coffee trips, he stood in front of the old coffee machine, waiting for it to pour him a cup, and suddenly noticed something. Inhaling deeply, his sensitive nose detected a familiar scent, the very same one he had smelled the night before, wafting from a nearby table where the employees and doctors were sitting on their lunch break.*